The book I love

When I was a kid, I yanked a forgotten, yellowed book from my father’s shelf—Strange Tales Old and New. I opened it without thinking… and the world around me simply vanished.

Those forty Ming-dynasty tales hit like lightning:
schemes, miracles, karmic twists, runaway romances, bold heroes, shameless villains—all told in lively street language that felt more real than my own childhood.

I had no idea it was a “greatest hits” from the legendary “Three Words” and “Two Strikes.” All I knew was this: it was the first book that stole my sleep, hijacked my imagination, and made history feel alive and dangerous.

That old, yellowed volume didn’t just entertain me—
it rewired me.
It turned me into someone who chases stories